The Importance of Braiding Yourself

My best friend that year and for the rest of the years we'd have together was Martin French. Me and him were the only Indians for two grades in either direction, since he'd been held back one year we were even in the same class now. His dad made him keep his hair long, not buzzed short like in my house, but Martin hated all the attention his braids drew in the halls in PE. Just because he had to have his hair in twin braids when he left for school though, that didn't mean they wouldn't be down by the time he got to his locker before class. Down and puffing out all crinkly and metal which meant he was